The day started uneventfully enough, with </a></b></a>
The ceremony itself took place in Trinity College chapel. It's very empty for a college chapel, and (while we awaited the Bride and Groom) I kept finding myself wanting to rise and address the Members of the House. My brain is silly sometimes. In a break with tradition the Bride and Groom entered simultaneously (to Mussorgsky's Promenade from Pictures at an Exhibition).
Amusingly, but aptly, they had a reading from Mort.
Their second hymn (Father, hear the prayer we offer) isn't one I recognise, but it reminds me very much of the Covenant Prayer. I approve.
In Great Court afterwards everyone was blowing bubbles – confetti isn't allowed – it was great fun.
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Many conversations were had. I caught-up with
Let's wind the clock back to Thursday lunchtime. We all know what happened on Thursday. Well, one lj post I saw was this one from </a></b></a>
Anyway, back to the Irish contingan, so the conversation moves on to how everyone has connections, and they're not always expected, so I comment that a friend of mine in Canada (</a></b></a>
The bring and share reception came off better than I expected, and I expected fairly highly. </a></b></a>
Oh, and the Bride's brother caught the bouquet. I'm sure that's unconstitutional…